The vision out there is not constrained
Or maybe because it is I who see
Freedom out there when the wind blows free
No walls in atmosphere, no sir
It is all so fresh and liberal, the air
The raindrops falling down teaching courage
The earthly smell connects you to the virgin soil
Face is wet, hairs spoil
Yet all you feel is like a sage
Disconnected from the physical sounds
Disconnected from the killing silence
Disconnected from the known strange humans
Disconnected from mind wounds
Connected to the bigger self, with no boundaries
That is where the heart is just so merry
©Richi Simon
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